Summary – Correspondence between Tommy (while he's in jail) and his friends of Jump Street.
Jail House Letters
Dear Doug,
Okay, so…its all a bit too real. But…well, what can I say? There really isn't much now is there? Okay, so I guess I shall start with the basics. I'm putting all the letters together. Make sure Mom gets hers, that way its only one stamp and we're allotted ten a every two weeks so…yeah. Can't go and wait 'em.
For the time being, I have my own cell. Which is nice, at least I don't have to worry about some macho idiot trying to beat the hell out of me. Not that I'm worried. I took care of a couple of guys in the showers 'cause they decided to beat up on me. Almost performed Voodoo rights on their organs too. Good thing they started it, the guard in there saw everything and he was pretty lenient. He gave us all warnings and the guy's have only sent me glares so far.
I give them the finger when they aren't looking.
So, how is everything there going? I hope your not getting too depressed? I'm doing it enough for the both of us. So, be happy. Make sure Booker doesn't use my desk though. I love that desk. It is MY desk! By the way, if you see my Tommy McQuaid do-rag, could you please send it? It'll help my image for sure.
--Later--
Okay, I had to stop cause' they gave us dinner. Since I'm new-blood, I have a cell of my own but I can't go to the cafeteria (at least I think that's what its called) or the yard till they figure out which house I'm gonna be in. No doubt its with all the other psycho murderers. Sheesh.
Ummm….how is the case going anyway? I was thinking about it and do you remember the case a couple years back where the CSI team had a rookie that pocketed some evidence? I know it seems to be a long shot and its terrible, but it helps me to write it down. To at least let someone know the stupid, crazy ideas in my head. Even though I know in your reply it'll be "Don't be silly Hanson" – or – "We've looked at everything Tom". Just wanted to point it out is all.
--Later--
It's been a couple of days since I've put this letter away. I haven't gotten anything from the mail call people so I figure you're waiting for this. I'm gonna send it out soon. In the meantime I've been moved to House C. I'm sharing the cell with some dude that goes by the name of Skylar Sloan. He's shorter than me, but man he's pretty violent when he's pissed. We've decided to "Stick together" (as he put it) since he's just as new as I am. I think he's in here for dealing dope or something, he's acting pretty high right now.
Pacing back and forth, it's almost like you with your Claustrophobia. It's making me kinda nervous and that's why I'm writing this. To just ignore the kid. (he's 19).
Well, there is nothing else for me. So. Write back soon. I'm afraid it'll be the best and only highlight to my day….
You friend,
Tom Hanson
(Love to everyone, except Booker, he gets a sock in the jaw)
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Tommy-boy,
Hey man! It's great to hear from ya. Sorry about this whole mess man. It stinks! We have this new ass hole who thinks he can take your place. He just doesn't get it. He can't just weasel his way in here and think he can take your place and then wonder why we're so cold to him.
It'll make you feel better, Booker doesn't even like him. Ass hole.
Okay, nothing much going on, Booker got an assignment at a college campus that dealt with race and hate and stuff. He was on the radio show, the original guy blew himself up for ratings or some shit like that. Idiot. Honestly, sometimes I can't take these people. They do stupid crap and then wonder why we even try and arrest them. (Course the guy who blew himself up wasn't arrested but still the point stands).
Tommy, you better be careful with those guy's. They're tough and will eat you up and spit you back out! Be careful who you voodoo, okay? Gah! I hope you don't do something stupid. We'll both regret it. I didn't remember that case you mentioned. I'll look into it and at least see if it's a possibility. If it is than I think we can get you out of there on the grounds that important evidence was held back and that would get you…well, something.
Judy say's Hi. Harry wants you to remember to not let anyone run over you. It's important to keep face and all that fun rot. Capt. Fuller say's to be careful and keep your head down. Now that I think about it. How can you fight and keep your head down at the same time??
Er – Booker say's he's still working on it. He promised to do what he could. I let him read your letter, he didn't say much about anything. Anyway, that guy is nuts. Though, the new guy is terrible. When he broke cover yesterday, it was worse than your first time. Go figure that one!
Oh, I hope you get the do-rag. I kept everything and your Mom put some stuff in storage. She hopes you get out soon. She knows that jail ain't a place for her "Baby Tommy" –snicker- ah, I also got the mustang out of impound. She's keeping that too. Though her current boyfriend is being a dumb ass about it. He wants to sell it so that it won't take up any room in the garage. But, Debra (he told me to call her that, sometimes I slip and call her Mom though) won't let that happen. She called me after they had a huge fight. She was crying.
I took care of it though. I told her that if she needed me too I could have the guy arrested and then he could find out how bad Jail is. There are ways to forget a person you know –wink, wink- but she didn't want me to do that. She banished his car to the drive way and put yours in the garage with a cover over it so that it doesn't get dusty.
I'm gonna take it to the car wash every week so that it's in good shape for when you get out. The time will pass by soon, you'll see. I made sure Mom got the letter. She appreciated it and sent one in return that I've included with this one. Save your stamps. Oh, I also sent stamps…just in case.
Anyway, have fun reading your Mom's letter.
Much Love, Doug
THE MCQUAID BROTHERS! HA!
(I salute you!)
Tom shook his head and put Doug's letter to the side, then he opened his Mom's.
Tommy,
How are you, my son? I am so disappointed in the system. This wasn't ever supposed to happen. They must have missed something. It happened to your father once you know. It was before you were born, but he spent some time in Jail as well. I will do the same thing for you as I did your father. I'm raising money to get an official inquiry into the case. See if they have missed something or if something was taken by mistake.
Aunt Millie sends her love. She would send you cookies but I told her they wouldn't accept it. Too many chances an inmate could take. Well, she insisted on putting a metal nail file in. The sort you would see in those old Bonnie and Clyde movies. She went ahead and made them anyway. I had to throw them away before giving this letter to Dougie (he's so sweet). So, in your next letter make sure and mention the cookies or something. She'd like that. Poor Millie, she'll be 98 next month.
Ummm…well, I don't know how much Dougie has told you about me and Richard. But, we've broken it off. I know I haven't had a lot of luck with men after your father died, but I really am not looking to be married or anything. I love your father very much. There is only ever one person who is made for you, and your father was that one. The one person who listened to me and supported me. Dick (that's his new name) was mad when I took in the Mustang. (Bluebell , your father named her) and was so intent on selling it that an add made it to the paper. I canceled it and you don't know how hard it was telling random strangers that the car wasn't for sale and never would be.
Dougie was so sweet, he offered to arrest Dick for something. I told him not to bother. That I broke it off and wouldn't be seeing Dick again for anything. But I did promise to let him know if I needed help. I hope you don't mind. Dougie isn't taking your place. You'll always be my baby. He is just trying to help me through a rough time is all.
Well, be careful. Your father never talked about the time he was in jail. I don't expect anything more from you when you do come home. I have a room ready for you. I had to clean out your apartment and put stuff in storage. But, I made the craft room into a bed room with you things. Some of your old posters are up there too. I hope you don't mind.
I look forward to getting you out. I'm trying to find a good lawyer right now. I think Henry Millhouse will be good. He's an old family friend. I know he'll help me if I ask him.
Love you,
Mom
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A/N -- Please tell me what you think. This is set after Loced Out part 1 and 2.